Before that malodorous, reptilian-looking çunt took over at the swamp I merely disliked the rags. But my dislike exploded almost overnight into a vicious, bordering-on-psychotic hatred for them, especially when he started mouthing off: insulting us and our history, abusing referees and linesmen, cheating, lying, and treating the British media like it was his own fucking personal plaything.
There are numerous stories about his general shithousery, but one I will never forget (and one I will never tire of reminding people) is when that obnoxious son of his was sacked as 'manager' of Preston he withdrew all of the rag players PNE had on loan, and persuaded that utter waste of atoms Tony Pulls to do likewise, effectively guaranteeing relegation for Preston.